yeah man, thanks for asking
I appreciate it
right now I'm at the "one year since this happened" stage. I look back and think of what my hopes and expectations were vs how everything turned out. Some days are more difficult than others.
I had to write everything down because of insurance, so if I look at that, I sort of "relive it."
I have to give kudos to my students though: they're helping me a lot. Teenagers are resilient, and a lot of them give more of a F than people think.
They know it's been a difficult year for me, and they're so good about it. They give me that sense of "normalcy," if that makes sense.
To hear them come into class and say "We're still praying for you" etc. means more than any words can ever say. Sometimes I crack, and I know they see a tear or two, but whatever.
I dream sometimes, and sometimes that's not good. It's still surreal. I have meds but don't want to become overly dependent on them.
Edit: The quetiapine is a bender, and the doc gave me that simply for sleep.